Hello my fellow fanfiction friends! This the second fanfiction I have EVER written, so I know it may be kind of suckish. Or not, it's up to you guys to decide! I love Marauder era stories, so just to make it clear, THIS STORY TAKE PLACE IN 1985 or something like that. It's kind of important that I make this clear because my OC characters will be going to class with the infamous James Potter, Serious Black, Remus Lupin, and *sigh* Peter Petigrew. Another fun fact before I let you get on with the story, I have modeled my characters after my friends and I! Yay! Well, R & R. ENJOY!
Prologue
The brunette screamed, ducking behind an overturned table; narrowly avoiding a green streak of light that wizzed past her ear. The teachers had fled, leaving the students of Bat Gem school of Sorcery to fend for themselves. Deatheaters were now pouring in from every entrance, spreading havoc throughout the small school. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut, willing every ounce of courage take action. The girl finally crawled from her hiding place, and held out her wand. With a few well aimed flicks she had taken out three deatheaters. But this had little impact on the situation, and soon Macy found herself surrounded by the figures with pointed hoods. It looked like the end of Macy Deon, but just as she prepared herself for death a battle cry sounded and three other girls came charging at the not expecting deatheaters. Macy smirked, and while the figures turned in confusion she hit a few with body binding curses. With the combined power of the four witches, the deatheaters were now squirming on the ground with their limbs bound to their sides or rendered unconscious.
The battle was over. Many were dead. The deatheaters had fled back to their master, and the few survivors were huddled together, treating their wounds. Among the survivors were our four young heroins; Macy Deon, Michelle Jones, Luna Tierny and Kimmy Martin. Best friends since age six, the foursome were very close.
"What's going to happen to us?" choked Luna, her blue-green eyes wide with un-spilled tears. Macy grimaced, bandaging her burnt hand. The air was thick with unsaid worries, and the girls sat in silence; watching what was left of their school burn. There was no point in putting the fire out.
"Well I know one thing is for sure," said Michelle, cutting in, "our dear teachers probably will never go back into educating. I still can't believe that they ditched us! Honestly, I don't think I have ever hated Mrs. Berry more than I do right now." she concluded. Kimmy snorted.
"You said that two days ago, when she gave you detention for torturing the younger students." she murmured. Everyone laughed.
"They started it! I mean, they were the ones who wanted to know what they kept in the locked closet on the third floor! Honestly, you would think that they would have appreciated the hard work I put into coming up with that bogus story. I mean, don't little kids like stories?" she ranted, causing us to laugh even harder. It felt good to laugh. It seemed to rid themselves of the grief. Through gasps of laughter, Luna managed to find her voice.
"I don't think that they appreciated hearing that they kept a basalisk in there and that the school let it roam around at night." Luna grinned. The others were still laughing. The girls were getting disapproving looks from the other survivors, probably thinking that this was not the time for laughter.
Macy ignored the dirty looks, leaning into her palms. "You know guys? I think that whatever happens, we'll be alright. I mean, we have each other, am I correct?" she asked, hope swimming in her brown-green eyes. The others nodded enthusiastically. The girls made themselves comfortable, and lay on their backs looking at the stars.
How was that? Sorry it was short, but it was a prologue after all. I promise that I will add a new chapter as soon as possible. I am kind of wrapped up in play practice and stuff, but I will add like, way more! THNX 4 READING! R & R!
"Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either."
-Kiki